01.03.06 - 12:43 p.m.

The night of Christmas Day it was dark and windy. I was walking down a hill towards the Ghost House wearing oven mitts and holding a bowl of soup I had just made. Underneath a street light a halo of yellow leaves was plastered to the ground, but the blowing made them rear at me one at a time. Each lay down again before the next bolted upright. I watched almost every one of them do this and then stepped over them.

The next morning I bussed to Saskatchewan with Johnny O., which proved to be a lot less spooky. We pulled into downtown Victoria last night and walked home to find the wind still blowing.

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